Has anyone linked to the cone pictures? eg Flickr???
and now the video
Forget it. David beat me and I didn’t realise it
GAh. I must read ALL the posts!!!!!
Way to go Dan!! The Athens Gold Medalist done good!
From the price list:
Call Centre $9.55
Web (mail) $7.80
Web (ezyTicket) $5.55
Mobile (via web) $6.70
Mobile (via call centre) $9.55
Box Office $0.00
If I recall walking past the MCG the ground ticket office is the Box Office. I think we're safe. No EXTRA fee other than what is already in the ticket.
$10!! Ah you missed my pun. Duck!!
Absorbing is the word. Every ball could be a turning point. (NB -note the use of 3 cricket terms in that!). The 500+ innings from NZ. The “weak” reply from India. The stomach churning collapse of NZ, the debilitating damn near pulling it off by India along with the final bowling acts by NZ.
Compare with the draw against England last year. Waiting waiting waiting on that next ball to deliver the coup de gras to the number 11. Gahhh!! Absorbing.
Please please Cricket NZ. Cheap tickets and expensive beer. That should satisfy all. Get a freaking crowd. After being in Australia last year for the Ashes and watching the media interest, the sellout crowds (Melbourne Cricket Ground no less 96,000!!! or some bloody stupid figure) and the talk in the streets, we do have something to learn. It IS a spectator sport especially when you are in a crowd that applauds both teams. Anything other than test cricket just ain’t cricket.
And here are the ticket prices for the Boxing Day Test
Get a general ticket for $30 per day. Kids $190, Pensioners $18. Last day is $20. And buying at the ground incurs $0 fee.
Aussie dollars too!
You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side thats been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out.
When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay all out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out.
When both sides have been in and all the men have out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!
Five days later.......
And it takes a few years before one has the nouse to stand back and have a good look at "foreign lands" before making crude remarks about what you think are the "World's Problems" easily fixed in the one sentence that blames one side.
And the American god is not bigger than a Middle Eastern one (or any other freak'n god for that matter).
And there are ALWAYS nice people in every place you go. People that by all your previous received wisdom should have creamed you of every penny, stolen your first born and pissed in your ear.
But when I read Emma's posts I kept this recurring bloody song bouncing in my head:
Fred Dagg – We Don't Know How Lucky We Are
At the dawn of the day, in the great Southern Ocean
Where the world's greatest fish was being landed
And the boat they were pulling it into was sinking
And the sea was quite lumpy, and the weather was foul
And the bloke with the map was as pissed as an owl
And the boys called out "Maui, ya clown, let it go"
In the noise he reached down for his grandmother's Jawbone
And he winked at his mates and he said
"Boys, we don't know how lucky we are"
"I have a feeling I have stumbled on something
We don't know how lucky we are (4X)
I was speaking to a mate of mine, just the other day
A bloke called Bruce Bayliss who, lives up our way
He's been round the world on an 8th army do for a year,
More or less
I said "Describe the global position, Bruce"
He said "Fred, it's a mess.
We don't know how lucky we are in this country.
We don't know how lucky we are. (3X)
There's a guy I know who lives in town
I see him about once a year I suppose
He's had a coronary since Easter
He's got a hemorrhage in his ear
He went bankrupt a couple of weeks back
And now his wife's left him too
I said "You're looking hot mate, You're looking clear,
What are ya gonna do?"
He said "We don't know how lucky we are
To live in this joint mate"
We don't know how lucky we are (2X)
So when things are looking really bad
And you're thinking of giving it a way
Remember, New Zealand's a cracker
And I reckon come what may
If things get appallingly bad
And we're all under constant attack
Remember, we want to see good clean ball
And for god's sakes, feed your backs
We don't how fortunate we are to have that place
We don't know how propitious are the circumstances.
We don't know how lucky we are, mate
We don't know how lucky we are
We don't know how lucky we are, get it right
We just don't realise how fortunate we are
We have no idea, the luck, we possess, collectively
We just don't know how lucky we all are.
Again I suspect they [the airport management] didn’t expect the NZ media crews there to behave like a “horde” (more a hordelet).
Heh. We could have new word for a “Group of Fans” or “The Media Frenzy” – A "Lordelet” maybe?
Anyone check the invisible helmet out???